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Jan 2014
Here,
Pry your clenched fist open
Let me hand you
The parts of my life
Which you think you own

Watch me as I consume
This translucent capsule
To fulfill your prophecy
Of my ruin

Beam as you observe me
Limp through life
Perhaps toss an avalanche of obstacles in my way
When the time is right
Take everything away

Hang me by my feet
Let the venom dribble out
To leave a wilted Scorpio

Display your utmost faith
In my abilities to the masses
All the while
Whispering words of dispiritment
In my ear

With you around
Life is a journey
To a concrete wall.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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